I have been back to work for a week and a half now. There are some nice things about it like the adult interaction, the "me" time, and of course the money. BUT, there are the not so nice things about it like getting all three kids in to the vehicle and pulling out of the driveway by 6:50am. Dropping the kids off at two different locations. Carrying lunch boxes, a car seat with infant, jackets, keys, a blanket, and holding the hand of my toddler all while trying to enter a building at 7:00am. Taking Ethan to the breakfast room at daycare and getting him settle in and ready to eat while saying good-bye to him and giving him kisses... all while he's looking at me with his puppy dog eyes and asking me why I have to leave and why he has to stay there. Dropping off Carter in the infant room and unloading all of his stuff in to the correct spots, telling the teachers how he slept and when he ate last, and catch them up on anything else they might need to know, then kissing my little man good-bye and heading out the door all by myself. Doing all of this within 10-15 minutes every morning. Then climbing in to my car and feeling my heart sink in to my chest as I am telling myself that this is good. I can do this.
In all reality... it bites.